can't make an omelet without sending a few eggs through disintegration of the boundary between the internal and the external, a loss of form and cohesion, a descent into an unforgiving and alien crucible, a hellish and irreversible transformation leaving behind all that once was
Replying to @chaosprime
I came out the same way I went in more or less, so it wasn't much of a transformation. Qual io fui vivo, tal son morto.
8:56 PM - 10 Jun 2021
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